A Mile In My Shoes

SIX

Dellen

"I don't know what time the party's ending, but I'll be back and forth to make sure y'all are okay. Do not, under any circumstance, open this door unless I announce myself." I told my sisters as they got settled into my room.

"Why do I have to stay in here though? I'll be in college next year anyway. I might as well get a first-hand experience of what I'm in for." Said Skyler, in a failed attempt to convince Dellen to let her come down to the party.

"No. You need to stay here with Samaria. These parties can get outrageous and people stray, looking for a room to have sex or do drugs. And I can't have any drunk assholes coming in here with Samaria while she's alone."

Rolling her eyes, Skylar sat on my bed with her arms folded. "At least bring us a plate of food."

"I will. Now, y'all have the wifi password and Netflix is already hooked up, so you should be good to go. I'm serious, Sky. Don't leave Samaria in here." I reiterated, pointing at her sternly. She nodded, taking her shoes off to lie down. Looking over at Samaria, she was laying next to Skylar, already under the covers halfway asleep. I locked the door from the inside and closed it, hearing the lock click into place.

With the party being held at our fraternity house, I couldn't ditch at the last minute, so I had to risk being caught by campus security to let my sisters crash here tonight. With help from Emmett, I was able to successfully get past the front gate security, Leonard.

It's ten at night and the party is in full effect. Shooter, Landen, and Emmett ordered the hookahs since they were the biggest smokers in the house. The kegs, food, and drinks were provided by everyone else and as for me, I just had to show up along with everyone else. I mean everybody is here--the AKAs, Alpha Phi, Delta Zeta, and of course our beautiful Delta Sigma Theta was in the building. There were some baddies up in here, no doubt about it, but the women to catch my eye were my sorority Goddesses repping that crimson and cream. They came dressed to impress and snatch a man's soul tonight. I'd be taking one to a back room that's for sure.

They were leaning against the living room wall, waiting to be approached by one of my brothers. I smirked at their obvious attempts of being nonchalant and uninterested in their surroundings, especially the ring leader, Jhaviah. She sported a tight red dress, if you consider the piece of washcloth a dress, with some thigh-high black boots. It was the simplest outfit she's ever worn, but she made it work. Next to her was my crazy ex, Emory, wearing a white skin-tight dress that would expose her privates if she bend over. Her naturally curly hair was straightened in placed neatly in a high-top bun, decorated with silver hair jewelry. She was drop-dead gorgeous, I couldn't lie, but she's a liar, which makes her ugly by default.

I guess I was staring for too long because her green eyes met mine and she bit her bottom lip seductively, heading in my direction. I didn't have any liquor in my system to indulge in her cat-and-mouse games and the universe must've known it. A mere four feet away from where I stood, a group of drunken students ran between us, allowing me the opportunity to escape to the kitchen.

Ducked off in the corner was Emmett tonguing down Terri, who was just sleeping with Landen last night. I'm aware of how my brothers get a thrill out of taking turns with these girls, so I wasn't fazed seeing the two suck the life out of each other. If these girls want to be labeled as a pass-around, that's solely their decision. As for me, I don't share women, unless I've had them first and my bros wanna hit after.

At the island, Lydia sat in Max's lap, sipping out of a red cup and swaying to the beat of the music. Never have I sexually thought about her, but I had to give it to Lydia. She is looking delicious as fuck in her white off-the-shoulder jumpsuit. She rarely wore makeup unless it was for a party, so seeing her dolled up was a nice look on her.